My painting based on a capital in the narthex at Vezelay
Criss-crossed, the earth, with holy journeyings,
as a map depicting migration routes
of terns and geese and swallows.
Pilgrims travel to Garabandal and Knock,
to Kailas and Mecca, to Compostella,
some in continual prostration,
measuring their length upon the land,
others by coach, or plane or camel train.
As the man wandering the outback on walkabout,
follows signs known only to his group,
recalling a time of dreams,
of union of humanity and nature,
the pilgrim traces ancient track ways,
thinks ancient thoughts,
performs ancient rituals.
All life is a pilgrimage,
we journey in hope and despair
towards a known goal, pilgrims all,
remembering the future,
forgetting the past.